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Tlie New
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| There’s A Reason
j
There's a reason fordoing all things. The “reason’ in this
case for your giving us your
Grain, Flour and Feed
business, is that O-l'-A-L-I-tT-Y is our most important watch
word. When you tfet it have it of the first pualitv. Free
delivery to all parts of the city. We are located
Just West Falls Citv Auto Co.
Aldrich & Portrev
falls: city, Nebraska
I am trying to make a
date with
WHITAKER
THE
AUCTIONEER
They tell me he is strictly up-to
date and well posted on all classes
of domestic animals and also farm
property in general.
He can certainly please you, as he has had s xteen years expe>
rience. He is also from Missouri, and if given the opportunity will
"SHOW YOU" results.
BEFORE ARRANGING DATE. WRITE. TELEPHONE
or TELEGRAPH at my expense)
J. G. WHITAKER
Phones 168-131-216 Falls City. Neb.
A Land for New Homes
Do you realize the excellent chances of future benefits bound to
accrue to you, if you make your new home in the Dig Horn Basin
of Wyoming?
\ou can homestead a Government Irrigated farm or buy one
outright from private corporations, in either case on very easy
terms, and your larin will be located in a scenic country of splendid
climate, protected by grand mountain ranges with coal’ high grade
oil, natural gas, timber, stone and cement material, all around you.
Add to this the tact that the .Burlington's new W joining main line
will traverse the heart of that country and you have not only a de
sirable place 10 live, an excellent market for your products, but an
absolute certainty of greatly increased value to your lands. Does
not the history of land values that has gone on under your own ob
servation make this plain to you?
MONDELL 320 ACRE LANDS in Northwestern Wyoming are
going fast. The government land ofiices in that locality are having
an unprecedented rush oi work receiving tilings from homesteaders
coming from all parts of the country, who realize the value ot these
lands and the excellent character ot that country for a home.
f personally conduct excursions on tin- first and third Tuesdays of each month
Dto the Ihisiu and to these lands. Write me freely
D. CLEM DEAYER, General Agent,
Land Seekers Information Bureau, Omaha, Neb.
1004 Farnam St., Omaha. Nebr.
The White Arm
By Horatio Winslow
(Copyright, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
As for me I liave no theories about
it whatever, for though I aui a medical
student such a tiling as the death
of Anje lies out of our province; we
deal only with things observed and
noted down and approved. Ho if 1 tell
the events as i saw them tout is ail
that can be expected, for I am neither
a theory spinner nor a student of psy
chical research.
It began in the laboratories when
Thompson called me in to the end
room which we used for topographical
anatomy and where sometimes the
cadavers lie for a day or so before
llicy are disturbed.
‘‘I liave an idea,” said Thompson,
"for a practical joke on Anje. You
know how Anje has always set liini
self up as a heart-breaker among the
ladies?”
“Yes.”
And how he has told of liis conquests
until everyone of us is* sick of them
and him? Wei), this is the joke.”
lie threw back a cloth from the
bench at his knees. For a good min
ute 1 stared at the body as if I had
never seen a corpse before and for
that matter l had never seen one like
this.
In our dissecting rooms we get the
bodies black with preserving fluids
and looking less like modern beings
than Egyptian mummies. Blit this
was as while as a liv ing body; whiter,
for it was rather like marble. It was
a girl, not such a had looking gir!
in her time, with regular tea
tares and neither fat nor thin. And
she lay on that bench as if slip were
a piece of statuary fresh from the
sculptor’s hands.
‘‘Suicide,” Thompson said, "hut they
took tier out of the river soon after
she Jumped in. What do you think
of this new preserving process?”
''laird!” I said. "It makes you
tHink you are looking at a piece of
statuary and tHat right arm is espe
cially perfect."
He bloke in on my speech.
"I knew you would notice that right
arm Isn’t it beautifully turned and
chiseled? It is u masterpiece and
witli it we shall plnv a joke on Anje
that will be a masterpiece. You know
Anje lias always beer, so infernally
conceited about his love affairs and
liis strong stomach. Now this is my
idea. We will take (lie white arm and
put it in Anje’s bed with the hand
siieking out from the bed clothes.
We will get Anje drunk and then
we wvi 11 let him go to bed and wrake
lip and find the arm there and then
while he is still dizzy reason things
out for himself Won't that hit him?”
There was no opposition from me,
for, like the rest. I was rather sick
Of Anje’s love tales. Moreover T
thought since he had been so melan
choly and depressed for the past week
or two an uncanny shock like this
might wake him out of ills brooding
and make him cheerful again. A mer
ry cad Is very much more enjoyable
than a sad one. And then the idea
of Anje waking up in lied with the
arm appealed to me.
So the practical joke gathered head
way and in due course of time ii be
came known to everyone at the
boarding house—that is. to ever;, oi.e
except Anje.
On the night on which i( was to be
perpetrated I took Anje up into my
room and talked to him till eight
o’clock, when Thompson came up and
winked signifying that the arm was
tn place. Whereupon the three of
us sallied forth into the night.
As the liquor rose in Anje lie be
came communicative but lie remained
unutterably sad and dreary. He was
no longer boasting of liis conquests;
instead he was reproaching himself
because he had played too fast and
loose with some woman.
“Now it’s no use.” lie kept repeat
ing. "it's too late. It’s no use. She
might have given me a chance.”
And then as lie got drunker: “She
didn’t have any reason to do what
she did. I 1 rented her right. 1 never
was arty worse tlinn anybody else "
Ami when lie was still farther gone
he repeated: “Ellen, Ellen. Ellen,” as j
though it were a charm.
rnompsoii uecame very nnicn ais- :
gusted with him.
“What's the use?” lie said, drawing
me aside. “We can’t get hiru decent- j
ly tinder. Let's take him home the
way he is.”
So we shifted Anje into a cab and, |
once more back at the house, we
watched outside his door while he un- ,
dressed. But there came no cry nor (
word nor movement of surprise from
Anje's room.
After his light went out we heard
him creeping into bed.
We waited a little longer but since
Anje made no sound we climbed away
to our bedrooms.
As to Anje's death, no doubt you
have read in the papers the details 1
of that very unsatisfactory affair; 1
how he was found the next morning: j
how the detectives and the police ;
rummaged about the house and the
neighborhood looking for clews; how
all the suspects arrested proved their
innocence completely.
But only two of us know what it
was that really killed Anje.
When Thompson and 1 on that Sun
day morning first knocked on his
door and then broke our way in, we
saw him still lying in the bed, his
face black from suffocation, his fes
tures twisted in agony and about
his neck, clenching the throat with a
grip that seemed to personify hatred
implacable, stretched the thumb and
i u: tie white arm.
"HER SECOND
WIN'D"
By W. C. SCOTT
opy right, by Dally Story I*ub. Co.)
Out uf live night that covers me,
I)luik an the pit from pole to pole,
I tlmnk whatever gods, may be
i For my unconquerable soul.
She stood at the window and
looked out into the street, her form
displayed t<» advantage in a Hose-fit
ting suit (her last; all the others had
l been sold) of stylish cut, against the
daylight glare.
"Wait for my second wind?” she
scornfully cried; “I’d starve!”
‘There's Van Court; but not that!”
She gazed into the mirror at a white,
1 : egard face, illuminated by two wild
eyes. Thu reflection startled her. She
impulsively pressed her lingers to her
eyes and shuddered. Then she
e enched her white hands—fear
should not shake her resolve. Death
must be welcome; tbe uncertainty of
the nature of the hereafter could not
altei her intention. The frowns of
Fortune had driven her on. Surely it
was not her fault, if she was not su
tierior to the ills of life that menaced
her. Her life was her own; she had
no further use for it, and would end
ii all. With a steady hand she opened
flu dresser drawer (empty) anil took
out a small bottle. Fascinated, she
ga i d at the label, and with a strange
exultation she read: “Carbolic acid.”
"It was the cheapest—and it is cer
tain!” She put the bottle down and
her eyes fell upon her check book.
She smiled bitterly. “Oh, I’m so
hungry, but of what use are you to
me?” Site (ticked the book up aim
lessly, and at the contact a hot
thought hissed into her bewildered
brain. Her eyes glared and her
cheeks flared a dull red. "Why not?
Why not?" she panted. Now her
limbs were trembling, and she sat
down abruptly. But. in an instant she
stood up rigid, the thought still hiss
ing in her brain.
"I'll do It!—It—Is—my—second—
wind!”
Anil then a hopeless expression
clouded tlie glitter in her eyes and she
sank limply back into tlie chair
moaning; "No, no! Let me think!"
Suddenly a harsh exclamation
leaped from her dry lips. She leaped
to her feet and ran across the room
to the dresser.
"I'm getting it—my second wind,"
the woman panted.
She looked at the face in tlie mir
ror with new interest. It was pale,
but calm, determined; and the large
eyes were steady, resolute and fear
less. Deftly she rearranged her hair;
put on her hat and veil, and taking
tlie check book went out into the hall.
She tapped on a door to the left. A
middle-aged lady opened it.
"Oil, Mrs, Warner, I wonder if you
would allow me to wear your furs
downtown. I have •some good news.
You know where my own are."
"Why, my dear girl, of course you
can. I hope it will be your second
wind, as you call it. And, now, when
you come back I want you to stay for
supper, Miss Roberts,” invited Mrs.
Warner, as she brought the furs.
"Thank you; oh. thank you so
r,nich! ! know t Is Is; v:H turn out all
light l; 11:i*- ;Tor to." site u'.iisp red
to ii r. pit as she ran down to the
. Licet. She looked very stylish, and
a. she turned into Macbeth-Ward's
piano store, tlie manager himself
sprang forward to open the door.
"A piano? Ahm, yes. Please step
this, way, lady. Here is an elegant up
right, mahogany, for $S00, five per
cent, off for cash."
"Yes, lady, the first tuning is free
of charge. You would like to hear its
tone? Simpson; here, please." (
“I would like a higher tone," de
clared Miss Roberts.
"We will change it,” said the man
ager.
“Thank you. Then, I'll take this
instrument. You will deliver it to- j
morrow? Oh, the next day; very well.
Tlie address—Miss Nanie Roberts,
1728 Falrview place. You said five
per cent, off for cash? I’ll pay you
now-; the amount is, let me see— $760.
Isn’t that right?” she asked as she
produced tlie cheek book.. The man
ager bowed and handed her an ele
gant fountain pen. She smiled de
preciatingly, and pushed the check
book over to him.
UuUiii you iimm tilling it out. i m
not familiar with the—the—thank you
so much." lie wrote the check and
she signed it. Then, smiling, he bowed
her out with an elaborate flourish.
“I don't know her, and she was
easy, so 1 just raised it a hundred,”
laughed the manager to his assistant.
“Good instrument, though.’’
At four o'clock the next day there
was a hurried rap on Miss Roberts’
door. She drew a quick breath, \
opened it and confronted a small boy
who thrust an envelope into her hand.
She broke the’ seal.
It contained a note and her check.
The note ran: “Some error—no funds;
please call. Macbeth-Wards Piano Co.”
“I’ll arrange to drop in to-morrow',”
she said to the boy, and closed the
door. Flushed and trembling, she
rushed to the window and inspected
the returned check. Yes, thank good
ness!—there w as the piano company’s
bold indorsement on the back; and
the bank teller had neglected to mark
the check. She hurried out and down
to the bank (not the same bank). In
an hour she was seated in a parlor
car steaming away from self-destruc- i
tion and the town she hated to think
about. On her pale face was a hap
py smile, and the cause in her pocket,
a roll of greenbacks she had wi -ely
( xch: ’ vd gold for. “Of two sins 1
chose the lesser, and one 1 can undo
some da' ;" and. she added, softly;
"T have my second wind ”
| SeffVGre&t SaJe on
S\iits and Overcoats
Men's $20.00 and $18.00 Suits and Overcoats
$14.5
Special value in Men’s Suits and Overcoats at
Young Men s Sutts and Overcoats, aj>e 14 to 20 years,
a snap at $7.50. Boys’ Knickerbocker Suits, two pairs
pats, marked down to
<■* - c-, '**• -• ve-v—
Overshoes and Rubbers for all the family. We bought
our Rubber Footwear before the rise in rubber, and
can therefore save you money. Come in and look .
Ml. j FF
A
Special"Sale of
mmamr:
Cut Glass Samples
We have purchased Cut Glass Samples of one
of the best houses in the business, and offer
them to you next week
At Prices Much Below their
Real Value
1 hey will be displayed in our south window.
A saving to you. See the line of hand-painted
and rail plates, at
Chas. M. Wilson's
5
I
WANTED
Morses and Mules
4 TC1J20 YEARS OLD
Just so they are fat and broke to work. You farmers all saw
me buy a load last Saturday a week ago. I bought every one
that came in, I can give you more for a fat one than any
man that travels the road. I buv all kinds, from a cheap one
to as good as grows. They never get to good for me. I buy 1
more than any of them. Don’t come in and tell me what you
have got at home- fetch them in and give me a chance at
them and try others.
I WILL BE IN FALLS CITY
At Chapman’s Feed Yard
Saturday Nov. 19-20 |
Two davs. Be sure and come in. I want to buy two
loads. Don't forget the date. Tell your neighbors.
MOON STENSON
RICHMOND, VA.
THE MAN WHO BUYS THEM ALL
_
EDGAR R. MATHERS
ID B. N TI © T
Phones: Nos. 177, 217
Sam'l. Wahl Building
DR. C. N. ALLISON
dentist
Phone 248 Over Richardson County
Bank.
FALLS CITY. NEBRASKA
VI F*. ROBERTS
IDIS.NITIST
Office over Kerr’s Pharmacy
Office Phone 260 Residence Phone 271
CLEAVER & SEBOLD
INSURANCE
REAL ESTATE AND LOANS
NOTARY IN OFFICE
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y Advertising is the fer
jty tilizer of dull businesi
ff soil. Its work is magic. Thin, Ip
9 weazened trade becomes a thing of El
9 power when its r< o! - feel the healthy I)
I sunlight of publicity. ■
I YOLR AD. I’M OLR NEXT ISSLE I
9 WILL PROVE If. M
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